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09-15-2014, 04:41 PM
Her reaction is not one the beast expects. He is used to opponents fleeing in the face of his wrath, but this little woman seemed to have a head filled with air. Her response to his question would be a threat, and he would set his defenses effortlessly as he glared daggers at the puny red woman. He would dominate her just as he dominated everyone. Carelessly, and easily. "Mevia, attack." He breaths a single command, his Amethyst eyes not daring to trail away from the volcanic gaze of his opponent. He wants to see how this woman will react to a wolverine trying to attack her. If Mevia could manage a successful attack, he would go in for the kill, and he would take her pack lands and morph them into his own. Immediately upon hearing her command, Mevia sprints into action. The wolverine attempts to bound directly toward her crimson opponent, her rosy lips curled to reveal her rows of guillotine-like fangs. Sharpened claws kiss the earth with every step, she is ready to not only sink her fangs into flesh, but her claws as well. She hopes to draw close enough to where she could launch herself from the earth when reaching a foot or so away from Fiamette, hoping to use her forward momentum to propel herself directly into the center of the wolfs chest. Right paw extends outwards as she attempts to sink her right claws into the wolfs left shoulder, her left paw also extending as she attempts to sink those claws into the wolf's right shoulder. With jaws splayed open, she attempts to grasp the center portion of the wolfs throat between her smaller jaws. She hopes to secure a tight grip and not only choke her, but rip her throat severely by tugging back on whatever flesh she manages to grasp. Speech, |
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